the neighborhood children are
screaming!!!
their stupid little faces off as usual.

bloody knees

puppy dogs

horror and delight are the same,
and fish has to admire that level of dedication to
"self expression"

he is trying to be
mindful
today,
and as he walks to the chicken shack,
he looks at the little lost leaves on the sidewalk,
all telling similar
stories.

fish
has a favorite chair, and a favorite number, and a favourite meal
at the chicken shack

he has good luck, and gets two out of three
today.

some old man
with a face like a dried up apple is
sitting!!!
in fish's favorite chair,
staring
off into space with a chicken sandwich in front of him.

fish eats his chicken meal in a
different
seat by a
different
window,
and watches the cars go by he
eats
with one hand
and counts
and recounts
his change in his pocket
with the other,
without looking.

he has
sixty five cents
which is a really nice amount of change to count and recount.

there is some graffiti on a billboard in the
distance
reclaiming cultural airwaves and
shouting!!!
some defiance at a faceless decider of images,
to be safely consumed by the public.

it looks like
a muffin
but it is probably not
a muffin.

fish counts and recounts
sixty five cents
and looks casually at the old man in his favourite seat
and knows
he is enjoying it!!!
because he has peacefully fallen asleep
snoring
quietly
spilling his french fries all over the table.

fish makes his way outside slowly but once he is there it is sunny just the way he likes it today the neighborhood children are screaming their stupid little faces off as usual bloody knees puppy dogs horror and delight are the same and fish has to admire that level of dedication to self expression he is trying to be mindful today and as he walks to the chicken shack he looks at the little lost leaves on the sidewalk all telling similar stories fish has a favorite chair and a favorite number and a favourite meal at the chicken shack he has good luck and gets two out of three today some old man with a face like a dried up apple is sitting in fishs favorite chair staring off into space with a chicken sandwich in front of him fish eats his chicken meal in a different seat by a different window and watches the cars go by he eats with one hand and counts and recounts his change in his pocket with the other without looking he has sixty five cents which is a really nice amount of change to count and recount there is some graffiti on a billboard in the distance reclaiming cultural airwaves and shouting some defiance at a faceless decider of images to be safely consumed by the public it looks like a muffin but it is probably not a muffin fish counts and recounts sixty five cents and looks casually at the old man in his favourite seat and knows he is enjoying it because he has peacefully fallen asleep snoring quietly spilling his french fries all over the table